#and expose myself but

[lyrichi]

random ass scenario time!!!!!!!!!!! 1!1!1!!!1!1!

okay so. I know the majority of us losers are socially awkward... not me protecting onto y'all

ANYWAY what if when mc first came down to the devildom they were like super quiet and standoffish

so instead of trying to do whatever happens in the cannon and getting mammon's pact within 48 hours of knowing hell existed, they just kind of existed with their arms folded up to their chest & a deer in headlights look

introvert CENTRAL

kind of inserting myself like a dweeb here but like, that combined w being zoned out and getting teary eyed every half an hour or so

"hey, are you alright?"

"Huh- Oh oh, yeah yeah yeah I'm good.." (don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry--)

me fr fr

what about like...

mc sitting at the table for the fist dinner eating very slowly and w small bites even tho they're not hungry but they don't wanna be rude

OH THEN THEN

mc gets comfortable and completely switches up (gets adopted by all the extroverts)

imagine the bros hearing mc swear for the first time

"bitch I fucking swear-"

"WOAH--"

dhehehehe

freak ass introvert mc getting comfortable w the bros and/or the other chrs is my favorite thing

just like

HoL gc: they were talking about new emojis

belphie: 🫃

mc: you in 9 months

mammon: ����

asmo: woah

yeah idfk this is very self indulgent

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “sweet and intimate actions which make me go feral and have me folding like a folding chair” prompts 

Character B carding their fingers through Character A’s hair and playing with the strands.

Character B peeling back the neck of Character A’s turtle neck sweater to trail gentle kisses down their neck. (This!! It is so hot, and it's everything I didn't know I needed until now, and I cannot stop thinking about it wlkfnlkwe)

Character B placing their arm around Character A’s waist while in public, resting their chin on Character A’s shoulder. “Hello,” they say in a teasing tone as Character A tries to grab ahold of their hand to keep it there but fails a few times before successfully doing so. 

Leaning against each other while in public.

Spooning and back hugs.

Character B letting Character A rest their head on their chest; lets them listen to their heart beat. 

Character B whispering sweet nothings into Character A’s ear.

Character B checking in on Character A to make sure they’re comfortable and okay with the way things are going; to make sure they’re not being too much. “You’re not,” Character A would reassure, repositioning themselves to get closer to Character B.

Just cuddles and snuggles in general.

Neck kisses.

Kisses littered all over the face. (!!! It's one thing to read about it and one thing to experience it wlejbfewljn)

Character B tucking Character A’s head under their chin while they’re cuddling.

Character B nuzzling their neck and breathing in Character A’s scent/fragrance, and commenting on how nice they smell.

Character B making sure Character A gets home safe by driving them home.

Character A telling Character B to message them when they get back home safe, and once Character B gets home, they follow through by sending a message to let Character A know they’ve gotten back home safe.

Taking naps together, from day till night, waking up every now and then to get more snuggles in. 

That soft exhalation of adoring laughter leaving Character B’s mouth after kissing Character A (this shit had me folding so fucking hard it’s not even funny. I Am Weak). 

That soft exhalation of laughter once again just because Character B is so content with having Character A in their presence, and Character A just basking in how cute that sound is and how happy it makes them. 

Character B entangling their legs with Character A’s, pressing their bodies flush against each other’s, leaving little to no space between them. (It’s almost like they can’t get enough of Character A.) 

Kissing so many times, to the point where they lose track of how many times they’ve kissed already. 

Holding hands and lacing their fingers together while they’re cuddling.

Comparing hand sizes and giggling about it together.

Character B stroking Character A’s hair while they’re asleep. (Or uh, pretends to be asleep DJSKKSKDSK but it’s so FUCKING CUTE WHEN HE DID THAT IM GONNA SCREAM, me thinking moments like these only happen in Korean dramas or some shit anfkakfksk-)

The sweet little banters in between; Character B being all cheesy and Character A playfully deflecting their comments only for Character B to playfully push back with an “Is something wrong with that?” or “But I’m not lying.”

Falling asleep in each other’s arms, both not wanting to leave the bed for the entire day and wanting to stay comfortably snuggled up against each other instead.

Character B placing their hands on Character A’s shoulders, and Character A, with a grin on their face, gently grabs Character B’s hands and wraps their arms around their neck while leaning back into them. Character B reciprocates by hugging them closer to them.

The soft noises of content Character A makes when they snuggle closer to Character B, or when they want Character B to hold them closer to them, with Character B happily obliging. 

Character B rubbing their cheek against Character A’s.

Character B trying to not wake Character A up because they look so comfortable when sleeping. (His words, not mine.) 

Soft, repeated pecks on the lips, causing Character A to laugh/smile against Character B’s lips. 

[hermit-frog]

(…) the creature before him, this thing that looked human and sounded human but was not. (…) this being like a great insect, a monstrous evil predator who had devoured a million human lives. (…) it was ghastly and awful and loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time.

[catastrxblues]

i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩

[theoriginallittledarling]

Throwback to when the John Lennon Instagram account (probably Sean) posted this very obvious series of photos captioned by the lyrics to In My Life, making it very clear who the song is about:

[robobee]

once again tormented by how Declan lived in a horror movie his entire life. you're two years old. your parents decide to kill this random new brother they pulled out of nowhere one day with no pregnancy. you display basic human decency to the baby (you are hardly 3 years old) and then your parents agree not to kill it. one day within 6 months of that you wake up and your mom has been replaced by a woman that looks *exactly* like her but Is Not Her and you can't verbalize how you feel about this (you are four) but you Dislike It, and your real mom never comes back so maybe you start to forget why you feel so uncomfortable with cloth mom in the first place. you have no access to any other people except this thing posing as your mom, the random baby that you are told can and will bring stuff out of his dreams, and your dad who is NEVER HOME. and then you are five years old, and every night you stay up to watch your little brother lest he bring back anything like, God Forbid, a human being.

He brings back a baby. He tells you it's supposed to be a better brother, because you suck, because you don't sleep and you live in a house with two fake people and a father who slowly seems to be forgetting who you are. You are six.

You are eight. Your dad starts taking you with him. You get thrown into car trunks and listen to him get beat the shit out of. You realise everyone wants your family dead, at best. Your father seems to have entirely forgotten he was ever your father, and seems only interested in the brother who dislikes you because you don't coddle him like everyone else does. Your father ignores the new dreamt thing, so you and your strange mother take care of it. You are nine.

[denjidenjiji]

I dreamt that cahara lost a coin toss and Joseph joestar strangled him to death.

[rumisgf]

dumb

atsumu loves fucking you stupid. it makes up for him feeling like the dumb one in the relationship– he finna gets to turn the tables. his goal is to leave your brain all fuzzy to where you can only remember the word ‘please’ and his name.

his favorite way is holding your legs up to your ears so he can get all the way into the pit of your stomach, so deep you can’t help but let out a gut wrenching moan every time his dick hits your cervix. he loves the way you look up at him with doe eyes as he mercilessly fucks the shit out of you.

“what’s the matter baby? huh? tell me.” he teases, taking his thumb to rub your sensitive clit. you whine, blabbering nonsense out of your mouth only for him to laugh. then, he lifts his thumb up to your mouth as you obediently suck on it, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“poor baby.. i fuck you so dumb you can’t talk?.”

or, he likes when you take him from behind. he loves how he can see your arousal dripping out of your little hole onto the sheets as his dick plunges in and out of you. the combination of the white ring forming around his dick and your helpless cries turn him on so much.

“ff-ffuck baby, p-pleasepleaseplease-”

he only smacks your ass and tells you to take it every time– which you always do. even if he fucks you so dumb you can’t speak coherent sentences, you’re still so good for him.

“that’s it, mhmm. i got you, don’t even worry about it.”

he loves when you can’t do anything but squirt all over his abdomen as you cry from your orgasm. he coaxes you through it every single time, even though you couldn’t even tell him you were cumming. in this context, he’s the smart one who knows exactly when you’re coming undone. he does all the thinking for you.

@ rumisgf

[perrigoaway]

WILDLY self indulgent actor Feenie art.. I think maybe Ivy University held a musical and Phoenix managed to land Seymour in Little Shop of Horrors because it doesn't get more theatre kid than that

(Also I was just listening to the soundtrack while I drew)

I let Larry be a good friend even though we don't see him in college, he has the spirt okay? I think he probably liked the weird finale LOL

[mysicklove]

wish nanami was older 😔😔😔

[aliettali]

out of your friends which are you?! (skilltobers 13, 15, 16, 17, 18)

[bloodshotgun]

i'm terrified of losing my wallet not due to money loss of whatever but because i currently live in a small catholic town and the poor fuck who'd see and decide to pick it up off the ground would be subjected to this motherfucker

which now that i'm actually thinking about it would be funny as fuck i should start leaving it random places just to see tied up hoffman's impact

[doodle2anomaly]

Ok...YOU KNOW WHAT? Im down bad for Bill Cipher ok?! i fw any form as long as its him 😭 YES I DO SELF INSERTS AND SELF SHIPS, is it cringe? CRINGE CULTURE IS DEAD

[randomsufff]

You know what I really need in fanfics? More confession scenes where one person drops the confessions then runs, fast as fuck, in the other direction.

Like, obviously they’ll meet back up eventually and talk about it (which is hilarious in itself that they would have to sprint to catch up while yelling why they’re like this) , BUT THINK ABOUT IT!!! It 1) give the other person a chance to gather their thoughts so the person confessing doesn’t have to sit in anxious silence and 2) allows the confessor to get it over with quick and overcomes that anxiety over confessing. Also it’s just fucking hilarious.

Like imagine your fav paring or whatever, they get to that part where one (or both idk) realizes their feelings for the other but they’re just anxious to be vulnerable like that or they fear rejection, whatever. One of them suddenly goes, fuck it, and they turn to the other. (Maybe they’re on a sidewalk, maybe they’re in a park IDK endless possibilities here) and they go:

“ok I’m about to say something, it’s nothing bad (I hope) and I’m willing to talk about it after I say it. I’m 100% serious, this is really not a joke. But I’m going to say this and run to (relevant location). Ok? Ok…. Don’t freak out… iminlovewithyou” *Cue maniac SPRINTING as fast as humanly possible in the other direction* (Bro I’m cracking up just typing about this)

AND THEN!!! You get to chose how they react after a few stunned seconds. Do they sprint after them? Do they shout to bring their ass back over to them? Do they race like hell to beat the other at the determined location??? I don’t know, but it’s hilarious as fuck and can transition seamlessly into heartfelt feeling talk.

(Thinking about this with specific ships is funny as hell too)

Idk I think of more fics had this trope we could all have a grand ol silly time instead of accidentally speed reading through confession schemes because the stress is too much then having to go back and re-read it to fully process it, as one does. You know?

[dumplingsjinson]

It starts with Character B kissing their cheek, the corner of their mouth, their jaw, down to their neck. Soft, soft pecks, all innocent; light touches of their lips to Character A's skin.

And then—

"I like it when you kiss my neck," Character A admits when Character B pulls away to look at them. Character B lets the confession linger in the air for no longer than a second before they take that as a sign to trail even more kisses down their neck, lips attaching to their neck in almost an instant.

Character A tilts their head back for easier access, letting out hushed sighs and soft moans and gasps as Character B trails open-mouthed kisses down their neck, hand on the nape of their neck to pull Character B impossibly closer; unable to get enough of them no matter what.

This spurs Character B on even more — excites them, even — as they pull the collar of their shirt down to trail more open-mouth kisses on their exposed skin; resists the temptation to leave marks on an empty canvas; presses themselves flush against Character A, leaving no space between them untouched.

Their legs are tangled together, Character A's fingers are in Character B's hair, Character B has Character A pressed against the bed, body against body.

And it's addicting, in very different ways for the both of them (but also to an extent, in the same ways).

"Fuck," Character A lets out in a rushed breath when Character B pulls away to look at them and Character B grins, leaning down to leave a soft, lingering kiss on their lips.